Chapter 351

When Gao Yuanyuan drove the car into the garage of Chen Nuo's large villa and turned off the engine, clearly there was finally no need for dangerous overtime, but this Chen Nuo was truly deliberately making things unpleasant.

Instead, he slowly pulled his hand out from between Gao Yuanyuan's legs.

The garage's incandescent light shone down coldly, his fingers glistening with watery light under the illumination.

Gao Yuanyuan's face was flushed, biting her lip, her voice a bit hoarse, as if she had said a lot on the way: "You... why did you stop?"

Chen Nuo shook his hands, leaned lazily on the passenger seat, sighed and said: "Tired."

Gao Yuanyuan didn't make a sound, unlocked the car door, pushed it open and got out, walked around to his side, and pulled the door open.

Next, she moved as fast as a gust of wind, flying over to straddle him.

Her jeans were stretched tight, outlining the rounded curves of her hips, her lips pressed against his neck, hot air spraying on his skin, panting and saying: "Are you doing this on purpose? Just now on the road, you insisted. Now you don't want to anymore."

Chen Nuo clasped her waist with both hands and laughed: "Really? Come to think of it, I haven't taught you how to write for a long time, do you want to..."

"No!"

Gao Yuanyuan looked like she was truly anxious, unable to take the teasing anymore, sitting on Chen Nuo and moving twice, losing all her goddess demeanor.

You couldn't tell at all that a few hours ago, this woman was still on the red carpet, showing an elegant and indifferent smile to a bunch of magnesium lights.

She looked anxious and impatient, like a lioness who had already pounced on her prey and was eager to eat.

Having not eaten for a long time, the lioness's movements were not ladylike at all, and could even be called rude, tearing and pulling to take off the prey's top.

Afterward, she didn't hesitate to lift the white T-shirt she was wearing and threw it aside.

The prey's hand slid in along the edge of her black lace, touching the soft, warm skin.

Gao Yuanyuan's body shuddered, squeezing out a sound from her throat: "... Harder!"

Chen Nuo followed her lead and really did use force.

Gao Yuanyuan let out a painful "Ah,"

and immediately, one hand reached into his pants, and the other hand unbuckled his belt.

The belt was unbuckled, pulled a few times without moving, Chen Nuo cooperated by lifting his butt, only then pulling the pants down.

Only then did Gao Yuanyuan finally succeed.

Lifting her hips and sitting down, she let out a long "Hmm..."

That feeling was like holding one's breath underwater for a long time, finally surfacing to take a breath; it sounded like it was truly comfortable.

Afterward, she grabbed his shoulders, her nails digging into his flesh, probably knowing there was no one around, enough for her to perform.

There were no scruples, no need to endure, and the sound could also be very loud.

Therefore, after a full ten minutes, the sound of the storm-like friction in the passenger seat finally gradually subsided.

Undoubtedly, although not from a dance background, Gao Yuanyuan, a 30-year-old woman relying on her body's instincts, twisted her waist and lifted her hips, dancing a stunning dance that even Chen Nuo couldn't help but find hard to handle.

But space was limited, and physical strength was also limited.

Transparent sweat dripped down her temples, sliding onto her fair and supple neck; Gao Yuanyuan's chest heaved, her body was full of sweat, and there was a slightly sour smell inside the car.

What kind of person was Chen Nuo? Having experienced countless storms, he was a bit shocked by her madness just now, and couldn't help but ask: "How long have you been holding it in?"

Gao Yuanyuan swallowed, trying to smooth her breathing, ignoring him completely, and after a while, said: "Don't be here... let's go inside."

Clearly, that time just now should have been just an appetizer for her, far from filling her stomach.

But this was exactly what Chen Nuo wanted; he hadn't finished yet either. Patting her hip, he said: "Okay, get up, let's go."

After Gao Yuanyuan got down, he pulled up his pants, found he couldn't pull them up, so he just left them like that, and then picked up Gao Yuanyuan, whose legs were too weak to stand, horizontally.

Gao Yuanyuan gasped, hooked her hands around his neck, her beautiful body lying horizontally in his arms, her beautiful eyes looking at him without blinking.

Just like that, Chen Nuo held Gao Yuanyuan, took the elevator to the first-floor living room,

and just after putting her down,

Gao Yuanyuan pressed Chen Nuo onto the sofa, straddling him while panting heavily,

Chen Nuo completely slacked off, doing a "Ge You slouch," leaning his head back against the sofa, looking at her lazily, like a master, and said: "Take it slow, don't rush."

She acted as if she didn't hear, biting her lip, lifting her hips and sitting down, her throat making an "Oh" sound.

Chen Nuo looked at the intoxicated expression on her face, couldn't help but want to say something again, but as soon as he said one word, he was immediately interrupted by Gao Yuanyuan.

"Shh, you are not allowed to speak..."

Outside the floor-to-ceiling windows of the living room was the vast night, the chandelier cast warm light, her skin was glistening with sweat, constantly moving up and down, back and forth. For Chen Nuo, the sofa was much more comfortable than the car. And for Gao Yuanyuan, there was much more room to perform.

For a time, both of them had a feeling of being so happy they forgot to return home.

Until Chen Nuo couldn't help it anymore, his hand reached to a spot behind her waist and pressed hard.

Gao Yuanyuan let out a loud "Ah," and as a result, Chen Nuo couldn't take it anymore either.

After a long while, the two calmed down.

Gao Yuanyuan's body was completely soft, lying in his arms.

Chen Nuo asked: "Comfortable?"

"..."

Gao Yuanyuan woke up at this time, a bit embarrassed, didn't pay attention to Chen Nuo, and let the room be quiet for a while.

Afterward, she leaned against his chest, her fingers drawing messy patterns on it with sweat, and asked softly: "Why did you suddenly come over?"

Chen Nuo put his hand on her lower back, rubbing it gently, and said in a low voice: "The filming went smoothly, I came back a few days early, and since I had nothing to do, I came."

She paused, looked up at him, a soft light appearing in the depths of her eyes, her voice softening: "... Thank you. If it weren't for you, I would have been so embarrassed today."

Chen Nuo laughed: "What's embarrassing about it? I've already forgotten."

Gao Yuanyuan looked at him steadily, suddenly smiled, and said: "How old are you exactly?"

"24."

"Are you really only 24? Why do I feel like you're 42?"

"... Ha, am I that old?"

Gao Yuanyuan looked at him, shook her head with a serious face, and said: "Not old, it's... a feeling I can't describe. Everyone says men are late bloomers, but you're not at all. I feel like you're like my dad."

After speaking, both of them laughed together.

Afterward, Chen Nuo brushed the hair on her forehead, didn't continue to chat about this question, and asked: "Is your mother's health any better?"

Actually, Chen Nuo coming over this time, this was the main reason.

Perhaps when people reach a certain age, they inevitably encounter similar problems.

Wen Yongshan returned to Hong Kong because of her father's relationship. And Gao Yuanyuan, because of her mother, had been living in seclusion for the past two years; besides filming, she spent the rest of her time at home.

Last month, when he was still in Canada, the woman sent him a text message, with many ominous and pessimistic meanings in the wording. Although she later said she had turned the corner, Chen Nuo had always kept it in mind, which led to this trip to the cinema.

The movie tickets were obtained by him having Qi Yuntian find someone, and the final fact also proved that as long as you walk normally and don't look so sleazy, not many people will stare at you.

Gao Yuanyuan looked at him, her eyes flashing with inexplicable light, "Did you come because of this?"

"That's not it, mainly I just missed you."

Just after he finished speaking, Gao Yuanyuan laughed and said: "Always saying nice things..." Then she restrained her expression and said: "With you coming like this, I don't know how the media will write tomorrow."

Chen Nuo laughed, "What, are you afraid?"

Was she afraid?

What did it have to do with her, what was she afraid of?

Gao Yuanyuan felt that this person was deliberately playing dumb.

His fame was countless times greater than hers; no matter what was spread, for her, it was exposure she couldn't ask for.

But for him, it was very likely trouble.

Now the domestic gossip reporters were worried that there was too little news about him, that he was too "great, glorious, and correct," and were worried they couldn't find any points to attract attention. Today's event was simply providing them with the material they couldn't ask for.

Even if he couldn't think of the stakes involved. But the people in his company couldn't possibly not think of it, couldn't possibly not remind him. But yet, he was deliberately playing dumb here.

Gao Yuanyuan felt that it was precisely this feeling that made him very unlike a 24-year-old man.

In this impetuous and ostentatious entertainment industry, at his current age, with the status and achievements he had already attained, she could imagine that if it were someone like Wen Zhang, how arrogant and domineering they would be, how much like a sharp, hair-cutting sword, making people look on with awe.

But him?

He was more like an old sword hidden in a sheath, the patterns on the hilt polished smooth by time, only revealing a trace of sharpness at critical moments.

What to do?

The former might be better at grabbing the eyes of those twenty-something little girls,

while the latter was the big killer that attracted women of her mature age.

But, but...

Gao Yuanyuan cried very suddenly, making Chen Nuo feel caught off guard.

Just finished with a woman, naked, hadn't even taken a bath, the person was still sitting on him, talking and talking, suddenly crying into a tearful mess.

No matter how experienced he was, he felt it was a bit inexplicable.

At first, Chen Nuo thought it was because he hadn't explained clearly, and even tried to explain a bit.

Saying who in the world stipulated he couldn't have female friends? Everyone knew they acted in *Spring of the Blind* together.

They formed a friendship because of this, so what could be the problem? If those gossips on the internet wanted to hype it up, let them hype it up.

It just so happened that with this friendship, if they were photographed meeting in the future, there would be no need to worry. This was definitely a brilliant move of advancing by retreating, blah blah blah.

It turned out it wasn't like that at all.

The next day, after Qi Yuntian finished listening to Chen Nuo's account, he said thoughtfully: "So, it's because her mother's health is getting worse day by day, and she wants to find someone to marry, to fulfill the old lady's wish. She had already made up her mind to break up with you, so she hadn't contacted you for so long, and only sent you a text message when she was emotionally fragile."

"But you felt that the feelings between people should be so light, especially between fuck buddies, and it's not strange not to contact for a few months."

"So you even thought about caring for her and giving her some warmth."

"Hehe, who would have thought things would be like this. It made Gao Yuanyuan, who had originally decided to break up with you and find a man she could marry to return to the right path, get stirred up by you again, caught in a dilemma."

"Many things, because she wanted to say goodbye to you, she didn't want to say anymore. But because of your very excellent bed skills, you got half of it out. Making her now unable to go up or down, wanting to cry but having no tears."

"Is that so, did I say it wrong?" Chen Nuo took a sip of tea and nodded: "Basically all wrong, no different from farting."

Qi Yuntian laughed: "Where did I say it wrong?"

Chen Nuo scolded: "Wrong everywhere. What bed skills, does it have anything to do with this? Don't you know people have feelings for each other? What 'I think it's normal for fuck buddies not to contact.' That was clearly between friends, not fuck buddies!"

"Fine, fine, fine, then what did you say in the end?"

"What could I say? I urged her to treat her mother well, and studied the cardiopulmonary function problems caused by asthma for a whole night. Then, it just so happened that Li Jing is in the United States, so I told her to inquire in the United States to see if there are any new drugs. If necessary, send her abroad to see if it can be treated."

Qi Yuntian said thoughtfully after listening: "Brother Nuo, I now find that you seem to look at Gao Yuanyuan differently. Because according to my understanding of you, your personality is really not like someone who would do yesterday's thing, and even go to some premiere, so high-profile, just to support her. May I ask, why?"

Chen Nuo actually knew why.

He indeed had a special fondness for Gao Yuanyuan.

This fondness was partly because Gao Yuanyuan was the oldest among the women he was currently involved with, closest to his psychological age, and the key was that her personality was also somewhat similar to his, making it very comfortable to get along.

For example, last night, the two of them not only checked information but also opened their hearts to talk for the first time. As a result, because they had many similar views on people and things, they chatted all night.

At 6 o'clock in the morning, when Gao Yuanyuan left in Linghu's car, not only was Gao Yuanyuan a bit reluctant, but Chen Nuo was the same.

On the other hand, his view of Gao Yuanyuan also involved some things he had seen in his previous life.

Although Chen Nuo always told himself that in two lifetimes, many things had changed. However, how could he just ignore the existing impressions caused by some things he saw in the future in his previous life?

But he didn't want to talk about this, and immediately changed the subject: "Don't talk about me. Your matter should also have a result. I am now officially notifying you in my capacity as your employer, brother, and superior. When I asked Li Jing to find a hospital for Gao Yuanyuan yesterday, I also asked her to keep an eye out for you."

"When the time comes, you choose the most suitable way to get things done yourself, and fulfill the wishes of Professor Li and Professor Qi. I've known you for so long, this is my first and only request that I do not allow you to oppose. So, shut up, it's settled."

On June 23, 2010, Chen Nuo returned to Long'an, which he had been away from for a long time.

At this time, it had been almost three years since he last left here.

The changes in his hometown could be called rapid, especially in the new district, where buildings were rising from the ground, and Chen Nuo knew that this change would only get faster in the next ten years.

Chen Bicheng originally bought two plots of land here, both not small, one 300-plus mu, one 700 mu.

Currently, the one being developed is the former, and the name of the property is "Yulan Zundi."

351 mu, floor area ratio 2.4, construction area of about 560,000 square meters. According to the current housing price of about 4,500 yuan per square meter in Long'an, the total sales of the property would be about 2.5 billion.

According to the land price of 500,000 per mu that Chen Bicheng originally bought, the overall gross profit margin is 40%, and the net profit margin is about 25%.

That is to say, if this plot of land is finally sold out at a unit price of 4,500 per square meter, Old Chen's Xinnuo Real Estate can earn about 600 million.

From the opening around 2008 to now, a total of 3 phases have been sold, and currently, it is the 4th phase, with a total of 6 high-rise buildings of 18 floors, and more than 1,300 houses are ready to be listed on July 18.

However, the current number of queued numbers is only 500-plus, which is definitely far below Chen Bicheng's expectations.

Actually, the location of Yulan Zundi in the new district is considered very good. The location of the property is considered to be facing the river on Binjiang Road, and, the new campus of Long'an No. 1 Middle School, including the Traditional Chinese Medicine Hospital that will open in the second half of the year, are all within a five-minute living circle.

After surviving 2008 in 2009, among the large and small properties in Long'an, it was also one of the benchmark properties that sold both expensively and well.

"Don't worry, I haven't advertised with your name. Ordinary people who buy houses basically don't know I'm your old man. It's purely because my house is built well. Others use 335 threaded steel, I use 500, and the cement is the same. Others use 32.5, I use 42.5. My construction cost per square meter is two or three hundred higher than other properties, and the price is only a little bit more expensive, of course, people want to buy mine."

"This time, it's purely because that turtle son Zhang Ke, doing some crooked things, spreading rumors about me outside... I tell you, I want to find you, not to sell houses, I purely want to vent this anger..."

Chen Bicheng muttered while driving, but Chen Nuo basically didn't hear a word.

As a big boss with a net worth of over 100 million, Old Chen didn't call a driver this time and drove to Chengdu himself to pick up the three of them, which was definitely very sincere.

But unfortunately, neither his wife nor his own son had any intention of paying attention to him.

Only Cui Xueli sat quite upright in the back seat, listening very carefully. From time to time, she would make some exclamations, "Too good," "Too bad," and the like.

Making Chen Bicheng talk for a long time, he couldn't help but sigh that his own flesh and blood was not as good as one picked up halfway.

As a result, this sentence was also wrong; Pan Chengrong frowned and asked him what he meant by picked up? Who are you looking down on.

His own father and mother started bickering, and Chen Nuo was still looking at his phone.

He hadn't logged into QQ for a long time. When he found Chen Bicheng's QQ number, he realized the number should have been stolen, and he had been added to the blacklist.

And the result of the previous phone call was that the original phone number should also be useless and became an empty number. And in this life, among his high school classmates, he only kept Wang Zhihan's contact information.

In his previous life, he didn't keep even one. He was able to attend the class reunion only when he met a high school classmate by chance while eating noodles on the street, and only then did he reconnect with the group.

So what to do now?

He also knew very little about Wang Zhihan, only knowing that he was a local from Anxiang, and knew nothing else.

"Hey, your old man is talking to you, what are you thinking? Not saying a word." Chen Bicheng looked at him from the rearview mirror and said.

Chen Nuo looked at Bicheng, ready to speak, but finally held back.

Although this matter definitely didn't count as a matter for Old Chen, finding a friend in the police station to check it out.

Not to mention Wang Zhihan, even Wang Zhihan's ancestors for eighteen generations could be found out.

But………………

At this critical moment, he didn't want to ask him for help. Once this favor was done, how could he talk about the appearance fee later.

He might as well make a trip to Anxiang himself.

It just so happened that it was only June 20-something, and high school hadn't finished for the summer yet. Anxiang Vocational School must have Wang Zhihan's information.

Come to think of it, if it weren't for the head teacher Wang Aiping, Teacher Wang, giving him a blow at the beginning, telling him to go back and memorize words well, and strive to get into a junior college.

Making him have to wake up like a dream, recognize himself, and thus go all out to go far away.

Where would there be the him of today.

In terms of reason and emotion, he really should bring some gifts and go visit him.

June 25, 2010, Saturday, suitable for praying for blessings, setting up a bed, opening a business, and marriage.

Anxiang Vocational High School had already entered the end of this semester, and most classes not participating in the college entrance examination had already entered holiday mode.

And for the ordinary classes that were about to enter the third year of high school, these last few days of the final exam only meant...

nothing.

There was 1 month and 20 days left before their holiday, it was still early.

As a result, in the classroom during the morning self-study on this day, the sound of reading English textbooks was inevitably a bit listless.

But immediately, a classmate by the window called out, "Director Wang is here."

At this, those sleeping, chatting, reading comics, and playing with mobile phones all picked up their textbooks in unison, and the sound of reading suddenly increased greatly.

Wang Aiping stuck out his big belly, holding a thermos cup, and walked over slowly from the corridor.

Everywhere he went, from Class 1 to Class 6, it was all like this.

It was truly majestic.

On the way, he met the head teachers of several classes, and they all greeted him with a smile.

After harvesting a series of "Director, hello," Wang Aiping's mood was even more pleasant. Even if the morning wind messed up the few strands of water grass on his Mediterranean-style head, it couldn't ruin his good mood.

Ever since the old director retired two years ago, Director Wang, who had just finished sending off a batch of third-year high school students, took the position of Dean of Students with the posture of crushing his competitors. Whenever he was free, he would take such a walk in the morning.

After walking back to the office, Director Wang opened the computer, and while blowing on the wolfberry in the thermos cup, he opened Sina Weibo.

Hey, if the students of Anxiang Vocational School, especially those girls, had the chance to see the famous Director Wang's Weibo, they would definitely be very familiar with it, because the names displayed on the homepage were also the ones they liked.

For example, the number one gossip sister in the entertainment industry, loves eating melons in deep water, Sina Entertainment News, Only Love Nuonuo Fan Club…………

Director Wang drank the hot wolfberry water soaked in the thermos cup while sliding the mouse.

"Deep dive into the real relationship between Chen Nuo and Gao Yuanyuan! It's definitely not as simple as friends!"

As soon as Director Wang saw this title, his expression suddenly became serious.

He immediately read it carefully.

In less than two minutes, after reading the content, Director Wang snorted.

He thought there was really some big gossip news.

It turned out to be those old clichés.

Like when they filmed *Spring of the Blind*, the two fell in love because of the play, and since then had an affair outside the play. Things like that.

But there was no real evidence at all.

The only piece of evidence with a little authenticity was two years ago, when that kid Chen Nuo stayed at the Hilton in Beijing while promoting *The Dark Knight*. On that very day, someone saw Gao Yuanyuan enter that hotel and even took a photo of Gao Yuanyuan with a mobile phone.

It was just because in 2007, the mobile phone camera pixels were low, and the photo was blurry. You could only see a long-haired woman and a few people walking past the hotel lobby in the orange-yellow background. As for whether that woman was Gao Yuanyuan, the ghost knows.

Therefore, on the internet, not many people believed this matter. Even those original "Nuo Rice" fans who turned into haters rarely used this matter to attack Chen Nuo; they preferred to smear Liu Yifei's dark history, and incidentally say Chen Nuo was blind and liked broken shoes.

However, Wang Aiping knew in his heart that this matter about Gao Yuanyuan was 80-90% true.

As for what kind of character that kid Chen Nuo was, he, Wang Aiping, considered himself one of the few people in the world who knew best.

Why Chen Nuo transferred to Anxiang Vocational School, and what he was like after coming here.

As his head teacher, he could be said to be very clear about it.

To say that this kid turned over a new leaf after entering the entertainment industry, like some newspapers said, low-key, diligent, and self-disciplined, hehe... he felt that unless the sun rose from the west, it would be about the same.

However, he wouldn't say any of these things. Looking at gossip every day was just out of curiosity and hobbies, as well as concern for students.

After all, if he hadn't made a name for himself, he wouldn't have been able to be this Dean of Students.

As a result, seeing the family he was going to meet today, when the time came, his waist would be even less straight.

Thinking of this, the phone on Wang Aiping's desk rang.

(End of this chapter)